While I was loading the car I had a conversation with the lady next door but one. She calls herself Mrs Bibi- which can't be her real name (though she's adopted it to the extent that it's on all the parcels we take in for her). I explained what I was doing- and how the the equity release thing works. She said that when we shuffle off our mortal coil her kids- who are now at the stage of kicking footballs around- might want to buy our house.
On our way home we swung by Sainsbury's and I put some books and videos in the Oxfam box.
I'm enjoying this.
Now I'm rewarding myself with a Belgian beer.